#snd kin

[urban-fleabag]

Hey, I shouldn't have to say this, but don't. Fucking "start a cult". Cults are inherently harmful, life ruining and traumatic things. They destroy everything they touch and are inherently manipulative and harmful. People die every day because of the actions of cults. I've known people who are cult survivors, I would say I am one too.

If you want a close knit group of like minded individuals in a structured format, you're thinking of a pack. If you're free to be yourself, leave, do your own thing, you're thinking of a pack. Don't co-opt language survivors use to discuss their experiences or cloak yourself in the trappings of something that does nothing but destroy and ruin. It's not cute, it's not funny, it's not rad. It's cruel, callous, and fucking disgusting.

[dirtytransmasc]

imagine if Aeron and Davos survived the burning of the mill and had to witness the merciless carnage of the Blackwoods against the Bracken's after Daemon orders Willem to turn the Bracken's to Daemon's side.

imagine them finding each other in the chaos. Davos cannot stand for it, because he loves Aeron, and these are Aeron's people, and they are but women and children, even if they're still Bracken's. they could be his aunt's or little cousins or even nieces or nephews. hurting his family feels wrong.

Aeron is angry, his people are being pillaged and tortured, women and children are going missing and being slaughtered in their homes, in their beds. his lovers kin is doing this, they're savaging his people for holding strong.

and then they find one another. Aeron is blazing with fury, even as the flames lick at and singe his still healing wounds. Davos, usually the one itching for a fight, for the spill of blood, looks pale at the scene around them.

Aeron throws a punch, not giving the Blackwood a chance to attack him and move onto the next victim, not able to see anything past the others red clothing and Blackwood sigil, but Davos catches it, hiking the other's hand gently.

"Babe killers, all of you, you- why are you doing this?" comes Aeron's agonized cry, unable to free his hand, choosing to swing with his non-dominant hand, aiming for Davos's chest. Davos lets him, before taking that one too. "you stoop so low to attack women in their beds, spill their and their children's blood on their very own sheets, steal our food, all because we had honor?"

he's teary eyed even as his face flushes with anger, his ears tinge bright red, his beautiful hair hanging in his face, in his eyes. his lips look like they're red from crying and biting. it's still torn, like the high of his cheek. he favors one leg over the other. he's still wounded from battle.

Davos can see that he is beautiful, even in a moment like this, and his kin are tarnishing that beauty.

"I'm sorry," is all he can say. he squeezes Aeron's hands in his own. "I'm sorry, I-" what does he say? what could he say? does he betray his house and apologize for their actions? would he even be believed? would that hurt Aeron's heart more?

he doesn't say anything else, not yet, just drops Aeron's hands so he can take his face, holding just tight enough that Aeron can't pull away. he doesn't kiss him, just looks in his eyes, lets their pain and fury wash over him.

"this is wrong!" Aeron cursed

"I know."

"can't you see it's wrong?"

"I do"

"why won't you stop them? why won't you make it stop?"

"I can't."

"can't? or won't?" his eyes were dark now.

"can't. if I stop them, try to stop them, they will put a blade in my heart, it will have been for nothing."

"then you're a coward." it felt like a punch. it was true. even if he could stop this, he wouldn't. he was afraid. he could not stand between his kin and the Bracken's.

"I am... but if it were the other way around, would you?"

Aeron sighed, the fight leaving him. he leaned into Davos, their foreheads coming together.

"no."

Davos was not angry at the answer - they were just boys and this was war. they were boys and their people had been fighting for longer than they could comprehend. they were just boys and they were afraid- instead, he just kissed him softly, praying no one would see them, or if they did, then they would just strike them down here where they stood, that they would let them die together, tangled into one.

"they had honor. they would not be forced to pledge for another simply because they were afraid of death. their honor was meant with depravity." Aeron whispers through tears now.

Davos nodded. they did have honor. more honor than his own kin had.

"I'm sorry."

Aeron didn't speak again, just held onto him, wrapping his arms around his back, taking hold of his cloak, balling it up in shaking fists. Davos moved to copy him, threading one hand into his soft hair, gently smoothing it with his thumb, and the other wrapping around his waist.

they stayed there. through the screams and the cries and the smell of smoke and the calls of animals being herded from their fields. they were together, two boys hiding in the forest as their houses slaughtered each other.

[ii-meeple-confessions]

so meeplers. how about that new years announcement? <- fearing for his life

-mp4 kin karma waits anon

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[vampyre-kin]

My partner's friends, talking about me: they're just so dark and mysterious, they don't really talk much and they're so cool and intimidating. It's like you're engaged to a cryptid.

Me: *walks around tripping over nothing all the time, kisses my fandom plushies goodnight, kicks my little feets while drawing fanart, info dumps about my hyperfixations and is just generally riddled with autism*

Me, to my partner: if you ever tell them, I will perish.

[hauntedhowling]

Phone scribble of myself from a few weeks ago

[one-idiot-one-braincell]

this yo-kai needs sleep, but like, mutuals and people seeing this somehow, send me asks about me/my kins/therian identity. ill answer them when I awaken. this includes the two people i know more personally looking at you two really hard(/lh)

[echidnana]

we see ppl talk sometimes abt how being like a void or eldritch being or concept would be affirming but to us we're already like that. like we don't want to be that we just are that now. given a choice we would be a dog. but we are not currently a dog

[dollarstore-kins]

Pokemon team for Stella!!

-Mod ET

[femmefaggot]

do i rly need to murder this horse to unregister it

[lepetitstarlight]

"(In a flowey kinshift) Just like clover I'm way too stubborn to die- *pauses* wait I'm clover" - me yesterday

[slut-and-falcon]

More Wicked Headcannons (bookiscal canon)

- Elphaba isn’t a women but doesn’t have the language to identify her gender.

-the tribes of the Vinkus (Winkie country) have their own magic, as do the Quadlings. While Elphaba is out and about helping the resistance and animal refugees, she is also learning this magic with those whom are willing to share (some magic is closed to outsiders). She learns the different approaches and theories about magic, and it helps make her a more powerful witch.

-there was already a resistance against the Wizard when Elphaba becomes the face of it. While on the run, she is quickly intercepted by members of the resistance forces, brought to their leadership and everyone starts working collaboratively.

-Elphaba’s family tree is as such:

Oscar Diggs + Melena Thropp= Elphaba

Turtle Heart + Melena Thropp=Nessarose

Frexpar Thropp +Melena Thropp = Shell

A Quadling + Gilkeneese Munchkin=Melena Thropp

So Elphaba has kin ties to all parts of Oz- the north, east, south, and west!

-Shell grows up and becomes part of the resistance, he’s gay and has a great partner who is Vinkin. They live on the western boarder of Oz in an Animal town, and help Animals cross the impassable desert. Elphaba also passes on any orphaned Animals she has in to them if another Animal is not available to raise the orphan(s), so they run a pseudo Animal foster home. They also take in human children if there is a need.

-Elphaba loves politics, and when she is introduced to Fiyero’s father (the King of the Vinkus), they butt heads at first. However, Fiyero’s father eventually sees Elphaba as an equal, and as a strong ally. He also loves to get into political discussions with her, and playing chess with her.

-the Vinkus royal family are Animal sympathizers, but also recognized the Wizard’s plan for total control over Oz. They couldn’t afford a full out civil war, so they contributed heavily to the resistance in secret.

- the resistance in the Emerald City is majority made up of displaced women from Quadling territory, whom are forced to participate in sex work to survive. They end up using sex work as a cover for communicating, blackmailing the Wizard’s supporters, and for getting Animals safely out of the City. Elphaba, for a short time, was one of these sex workers, posing as both the sex worker, and as clientele to pass along information, share supplies and resources, and to extort Wizard supporters.

- Elphaba also poses as a maunt (a nun) to hide from the Wizard’s Gale Force, and to pass along resistance information and resources.

-Fiyero will and does sit on Elphaba’s lap

- once they are forced to leave Oz, Elphaba and Fiyero don’t truely leave Oz, they go live with Shell snd his partner, taking care of the Animals and children. The Vinkus royal family know their location, so that they can send warnings ahead if needed.

- Elphaba, with the help of various other magical folk around Oz, change Fiyero back to human, but can’t reverse the damage done by the Gale Force. They nurse him back to a relativity non-dying state, but he was hurt really badly by the Gale Force. They are able to stabilize his spine enough with magic and physical therapy that he is mobile, though he deals with severe chronic pain. He refuses all pain medication, citing a need to be of clear head in case the worse should happen. He’s also afraid of getting addicted.

-Elphaba doesn’t like getting her hair cut…the longest it ever was, it was down to the backs of her knees.

World building Headcannons:

-the Vinkus has many different climates. In the colder, more norther climates, mammoths roam. There are no Mammoths, and no one knows why. In same region, Dogs work together in teams to transport materials, people, other Animals, etc to places on sleds. Each year they have a Dog only race from Ugabu to the Lesser Kells.

- in Quadling country, there were rubies in the rivers-causing the water to look reddish. Now there are so many Quadling bodies mass dumped in the rivers due to the Wizard’s genocide of them, that the river flows red due to the blood. The surviving Quadlings were those whom were mixed raced, forced to assimilate into other parts of Oz. The rubies were dipped into green dye, and were used to build the Emerald City.

- there are parts of Munchkinland where the people dress extremely modestly- including face and hair coverings. This is where Elphaba gets the idea/fashion inspiration to hide her face (and skin)

- guns are strictly limited in Oz, per the Wizard’s orders. He saw what the American second amendment argued for and didn’t want the public to have such power to form militias.

- Princess Ozma is still alive, but kept prisoner by the Wizard. She is kept in a guarded, but empty Quadling government building in Qhoyre. The building is overgrown with jungle foliage, and is made from clay and clam shells and rubies from the rivers; it’s a beautiful prison.

- pirates sail the Restwater and Kellswater Great Lakes

Hmmm that’s all for now!

[deusvervewrites]

Kith and Kin x Problem Children: Sakura snd Bakugou are a Problem for exactly two reasons:

1: They WILL turn anything and everything into a competition between each other.

2: They WILL escalate any and every competition between each other into the goddamn stratosphere, no matter how harmless it may seem at first.

Checks out

[fictionkinfessions]

it’s so weird having a special interest(btw autistic special interest) in the stuff you kin from

Because like eh? I know every single part of the development for monster Hunter snd lore so much lore but also BECKY KIN

✉

[hamletkin]

forhive me i am so high but imagine insread of drunk sjakespeate hamlet on ketamine????? it doesn't really hit fully for like 40 minutes....

you've got the full scope of the play in 84mg of this.... like

starts off, a little more than kin and less than kind. . fine. the actor is experiencing a distortion with little to effect speech

but by the time of the ghost he is in the thick og it!!!!! he is struck with amazement and wonder!!!! everything tinglesand not everything is clear bur the words are there, the emotiojn is uneerstood hamlet is losing his mind over his ghost dad

perfect!!!! then the next two hours arw a settling in to tje role..... like you just ride that high and takr tje parts to places even you dobt knoq!!!!

this is where you really lose any inhibitions you thought 6iy you had it's wild snd it feels great usually my nurse and doctor slwayd laugh when I stare at them bexAuse it's very like ah owl they say

this in hamlet? s.azihg amazing

then after about 2.5 hours you really do just feel fucking zen which aligns with our timelibe !!! you've got the grave scene but after that it's smooth sailing baby like...hamlet is accepting what is to come and 6ou are aceceoting your place in the worlf again!

actor will be a bit dizzy or foggy but should be down from the high it's perfecr....

4.5 hour play ketamine journey!!

[dollarstore-kins]

Self indulgent Stellamb aesthetic board!!

-Mod ET

[rottenkadaver]

Royal Margarine Cookie's hand's are soft, but muscular and calloused at the same time. Small scar's littered from wear and tear he's experienced over the decades. Knuckles protruding slightly odd - a worn example of aging, the gentle hiss of burns and cuts from accident's and wounds long ago. Yet his palms still stay young despite all of the respire inside of him, outside of his control and willingness.

But Pitayas hands, nothing could compare or describe them. There rough, scratchy even. The claws that edge just at the tip of their fingertips, the scar's stacked over scar's like poker chips from battle's of old and new, there isn't one spot where a small - large, hard scar isn't present. Unkept, draconic - the same hand's that have been used to kill, to destroy and burn home's, cities - people to nothing but ashes of what they once we're. Each healed wound tells a now forgotten story, a firing example of the immortality dragon's possess.

Royal Margarine Cookie should fear them, cower and shake in the presence of the great greenish-red dragon. And yet, he clasps their hand like he is one of their own kin, a friend, a lover perhaps. He trace's his thumb over the scar's individually, not missing a spot on any. Silently retelling the legendary tales of the dragon who sits across from him. He's gentle, like Pitaya Dragon Cookie could break like glass - but they are practically unshakable in power to these lower life forms, there was no reason for Royal Margarine Cookie to do this, to do any of this for them, even after their identity was revealed. And yet, here they sit, slowly leaning into the touch they so 'horridly' loathed not so long ago. He would've been crumbled under their hands for that back then - but now they can't help but allow his own hand's to grasp their own in a gentle, yet firm and familiar grip Pitayas heart craved like the deep, harrowing sugar waters of the Lotus Palace.

It's stupid, it truly is.

They shouldn't be feeling this way, but they want more, they want to follow that Margarine to the end of earthbread itself ten times over, even if it means their feet might hurt, or the leg's they used to run and prance - kicking the rubble away from their nest get sore. Perhaps this is what they needed, their breathes syncing up with Royal Margarine's.

Oh my fucking god I just gave you a fanfic snippet what the fucj guys OLD PEOPLE NEED TO STOP BEING GAY!!!

I AM SCREAMING AND CRYING SND GOING INSANE ANS.